Dream Life

                                                    To drink coffee and watch the sunrise      with nowhere to go. To climb a mountain for the view not for        the selfie. To cook healthy wholesome food to  nourish my body, not to lose weight. To spend more time with my family, not working to afford things we don't need. It's time to slowdown. To stop. To Listen.   It's time to turn off the noise and distraction, the constant need for more, the comparisons amd consumerism. It's time to live simply and be       Wild and free

                                    Sometimes i feel like i am simply being 'passed into different hands. We make homes out of people, only to pack up our things and move and move and move. there is a lot of myself still residing in cardboard boxes. i am too scared to find a place for it. i hover at your doorstep. you look like exactly where i need to be right now. but i've got a pocket full of old keys to remind me to never overstay my welcome. invite me in anyway. there is something about you that makes me want more than anything to give all this another try.

 Though im too much depressed and alone right now specially when in afternoon time,  im at office place surrounding by number of people. But what can you do , sometime you become so incapable to control your own thoughts.     Weekends make me dull and frustrated, but this is Friday . Around 2 in afternoon i started to count my insecurities toward life. Things im scared to do , specially to be surround by people where i keeps on counting my failures . Start remembering every decision which took me to three steps back in life. That how i turned out to be  loser with zero financial stability , zero planning for future , and moreover no love life . But thanks to our office policies where on Friday and Saturdays we are allowed to play music with work...     "Never thought that you could fall for someone like me....."                           I'm too optimistic person who can live with po...

                                            'It's okay' She whispers to herself. 'It's okay' But is it? She gave everything she had to others. She carved her own soul for the people around her. But now, when she needs the same, she has no one to turn to. No one will rescue them. So she sits on the floor, telling herself 'it's okay' knowing it'd not, knowing it will never be. Didn't I tell you, my love? You're all alone.